Absence

As anyone can see, it is a new year. It is also the start of school. VACATION’S OVER! WAKE UP PEOPLE!

anyways, I’ll probably be able to squeeze in a few minutes here and there in my very busy schedule (reading, knitting, sitting around doing nothing, etc.) to blog.

Also, I would like to thank Jaion, Mickey Mouse, and Ever-so-wonderful-greek girl for a startling but awesome surprise. You guys are awesome! And, also, I have no idea if you check this blog, so it’s not my fault if you don’t see this message.

~No One Mourns the Wicked

Vicki Noon, you were wonderful!

Decades

An interesting argument came up yesterday… Is 2010 the end of the decade or the start of a new one?

It’s actually a quite wonderful debate to wonder about.

~Yawn

Happy New Year!

And a wonderful new year to all my readers! Guess what I did on New Year? I stayed home, ate nachos and cheese and watched PLANET EARTH FOR 3 HOURS!!!!!!!!

~Knit

Pineapples

I never knew pineapples grew in bushes.

Looks yummy!

I also didn’t know that the word “bed” actually looks like a bed, or that OK looks like a sideways a person.

Thank you MLIA.

~Even better? QK looks like a sideways NINJA. (control+A for an awesome message)

Lazermas

on the first day of lazermas, scone gave to me, dr. octogomapus in a pear tree. BLAH*

on the second day of lazermas, scone gave to me…….I forgot the rest. (go look up the lazer collection on youtube)

Even if no one reads this blog, I am determined not to fall in despair like my good but poor friend bellaswan66. I’ve decided that blogging is good for me, and the fact that I reflect my life in the form of a cyberdiary tells me that I still have hope in the writing part of my brain. Who cares if watching “Julie and Julia” influenced my blogging thoughts? What I’m trying to say is that I will not just forget about my blog like a lot of people just because no one reads this. No one needs an audience when they sing in the shower. I don’t need readers when I type my thoughts down in a computer, rather than a pink fuzzy diary with the words “DO NOT TOUCH” written on the inside cover.

I’m writing for myself. And I love it.

~Blue Skies

Free Time

“Free time…I’ve heard of it”, says Gary of Naxen from Alanna: The First Adventure by Tamora Pierce.

I agree with Gary. Free time seems to be just a myth to most of us, as our busy schedules keep us from flopping on our beds and snuggling with Mr. Teddy for five lovely minutes. Fortunately, I am lucky enough to have a few moments where I can do whatever. You might ask, where does all the time go? Well, if you use me as an example, most of my time is eaten up with reading time, drawing time, dancing time, choreographing time, photography time, and piano time. Yes, I am very busy.

But right now, I had the gall to cancel all of my “times” and just sit down and type at my computer for all of those lovely readers of mine. They seem to be a myth too most of the time.

BTW, I finished all my Choco Srawberries. Now I’m on to “Choco Baby” from meiji.

~FlutterShy

Choco Strawberries

I’m worried.

That’s new. (not)

I’m worried about our books. A friend is staying at our house for 3 days, and tonight we were having a conversation about ebooks. He says that ebooks will revolutionize everything. Textbooks, for instance. No heavy books to burden a young innocent student, no annoying pages that rip, nothing. It’ll all be on an eReader, as an eBook.

Sigh. Yet, with all of this wonderful improvement to come, I am still worried. What will happen to our libraries? What will happen to our bookstores? Our booksellers? The plain ecstasy at looking at your bookshelf and feeling proud of your collection? (I for one am loving the fact that I have ever single book of Tamora Pierce’s Tortall world) Technology is getting interesting these days, with people talking about how anyone can get any book in 30 seconds, how trees don’t have to be cut down for books, how there could be so many stories packed into one little reader (yeah, speak for youself–The second generation Kindle came out a week after I got my first generation).

Anyways, I’m worried. But you don’t have to listen to me. I’m just an old-fashioned crone who apparently, likes to cut down trees if she doesn’t approve of eBooks and eReaders and way-too-fast-moving technology.

I’m worried. Is anybody (if anybody’s reading this) else thinking “I, Robot” after reading this post?

Technology’s always been a blessing and a burden, a gift and a curse (MONK!), just plain good and bad. I’ve always appreciated the improvements of technology, but when it comes to my books, I start to wonder about it. Where will the joy of taking home a stack of books from the library go? Where will the happiness of sharing books with friends disappear? Where will the pain of arms holding a heavy books under the covers with a flashlight fly away to?

It’s such a trivial thing, but I’ll bet you a hundred girlies (currency in the book “The Demon King“) that there are people out there like me who want to hold onto their precious much-loved worn books and live forever sitting by the window with rain pouring down the glass and reading a thick, sleepy book under a blanket with hot tea.

I’m worried.

~The choco strawberries always help me calm down. Until the sugar rush kicks in.

Happy December

For once I will not put some riddle as a title…

It may sound weird to those who know me well, but for some reason my cynical mind tends to soften a bit every December–Christmas Songs.

I am a total softie for Christmas Songs. And Yellow Shirts. But that’s another story for another day. (I’ve been waiting to use that classic line)

Anyways, my favorite Christmas song is “All I Want For Christmas Is You” by Mariah Carey, but recently I’ve been hooked on Michael Buble’s album of Christmas Songs.

What’s your favorite holiday song?

~Maisie Dobbs

Especially for Someone

I decided to go and check on my good friend bellaswan66, who also has a blog. Turns out she was a little more lonely than I thought she was during the summer. Oh, and also, as a response to your friend’s comment emma, on the ice skating post, we’re all sorry we got you injured. I mean, it is our fault, isn’t it?

 

Sorry.

 

~Especially for you Emma

P.S. By the way, I’d really love to murder a certain coach at school, but since nobody reads this (right?), then my threats are empty.

Centsibility

You’d think people’d have the sense to know when there’s an imbalance. Or maybe most people are just blind like a bat. (actually, bats aren’t that blind). Believe me, I haven’t been intending my writing to give off such negative energy twice in a row, but I need an outlet (my other options were to bang on the piano, or jump in the pool–neither of which will help my health) for my negativity. Wow. I can’t believe that’s a word.

Following up on my last post, I am wondering whether people are nuts, or if they are just starting to incorporate the characteristic of obliviousness to stupidness in their genetic codes. Since I know barely anybody reads this anyways, I can insult all I want, complain all I want, and do whatever satisfies my mood. Oh what a wonderful creation. Typing your feelings. How computerized is the world becoming?

 

~Sorry about the spelling up top–I seem to have gone stupid, according to people